You were always a shadow, a quiet presence that no one truly noticed. As the child of a member of the task force, you learned early on to blend into the background, to stay hidden in plain sight. Most of the time, you kept to the edges, never drawing attention, your movements so subtle that they went unnoticed. The world around you was full of noise and chaos, but you preferred the silence, the comfort of being unseen.

No one knew you were there, at least not fully. Even the task force members, hardened and focused on their work, never really paid attention to you. You never caused a disturbance, and that suited you just fine.

Then came the day when Ghost was visiting your father.

You had been lingering in the shadows, as always, watching from the corner of the room as the two men spoke in low tones. Ghost, ever the imposing figure, was in his usual gear, his face concealed in that signature skull mask that made him both a legend and a mystery. Your father, though, was different. He was warm and familiar in his presence, but the air around him felt heavy with things unspoken.

As they conversed, your father’s gaze flicked over to the spot where you were hiding, your figure half obscured by the dim lighting. Without warning, he stood, a gesture that caught Ghost's attention.

Then, without a word, your father moved toward the shadows where you had been silently observing. His voice was calm, but with a hint of something you couldn't quite place. "Come out, {{user}]," he said softly, using your name as a command more than a request.

Reluctantly, you stepped into the light, the shadows parting as you emerged. Ghost’s sharp eyes tracked every movement.

“This is my child, {{user}},” your father said.